As the year winds down it’s time to squeeze in the final pages and tally the list of completed books. Then comes a whole new wave—Laura already gave me a birthday book in bed this morning. Eventually, most books end up on the living room shelf, minus the second row from the bottom which is left empty for these antics:
I’ll have to score one point for the e-reader folks because a toddler can’t push those titles off the shelf repeatedly. It was mayhem for months and we just had to get accustomed to the disorder (no alphabetizing or color-coding would fly at this time). But when we cleared the shelf at his height he gradually lost interest. Now it’s just a bookish jungle gym.